"See, this proves whoever killed Taylor is still out there." Luke slammed the napkin down on Cook's desk.

"Mr. Danes..." Cook replied. "Please do not slam things on my desk."

Luke smiled. "We told you all along."

"We'll have the evidence department check it out, but Jess is still going on trial Thursday."

"I know that." Luke remarked. "Did you ever get anywhere with Dean?"

"He's been brought in for questioning." Cook answered. "That's all I know for now."

"Well, is he going to be put on trial as well?" Luke pushed.

"I don't know that as of right now."

"I hope you figure it out before it's too late." Luke turned and walked out of Cook's office.

(Gilmore House)

"Someone wrote you a note on a napkin?"

"Yep. Pretty dumb, eh?"

Lorelai's eyes widened. "Luke... It's not Dean."

"What?" Luke asked surprised.

Lorelai paced the kitchen. "It's not Dean... How could it be Dean if there was a napkin? Was Dean in your diner today?"

Luke paused as he thought. "No."

"Then Dean didn't write the note." Lorelai concluded.

Luke bit his lip and shook his head. "I didn't think of that."

Lorelai exhaled deeply. "Perhaps Dean is still in on all of this. Perhaps there is a second killer."

"Lorelai this is all just getting too complex." Luke admitted. "We were so sure that Dean was the one, now look, it's like it's all started over."

"No.. It's not started over." Lorelai replied. "It's just beginning."

"Huh?" Luke asked, not following,

"Whoever wrote on the napkin was obviously at your diner today. So, already we have a narrowed number of people that could be the true killer."

"Yeah, but there's no way I can remember every single person I served today."

"No..." Lorelai agreed. "You can't. But you can guarantee that whoever this is, has came into your diner before and will be back again."

Luke was mesmerized by Lorelai's quick thinking. She belonged in the FBI with a mind like her's. He smiled. "You're a genius."

"I know." Lorelai teased.

(The Prison's Questioning Room)

"I already told you. I don't know anything." Dean protested. "Now, let me go!"

"Calm down, Mr. Forester. You'll go home when we let you." Kenneth replied.

"Am I going to be arrested?" Dean asked fearfully.

"Well, that depends on how you answer these next few questions." Kenneth smiled. "Are you dating a young girl named Rory Gilmore?"

Dean didn't see a point behind this question, but answered it anyway. "Yeah."

"Do you love her?"

Dean glared. "How does this have anything to do with Taylor?"

"Mr. Forester, do you love your girlfriend?"

"Yes." Dean replied. "I do."

"So you'd do almost anything for her, wouldn't you?"

"Yeah."

"And you know Jess Mariano?"

Dean's facial expression suddenly changed. "Yeah, I know Jess."

"And you know that Jess likes Rory."

"Yeah, he's made that clear in the past." Dean grunted.

"You don't like Jess, then do you?"

"No. Not really."

"Um Hm." Kenneth stood from his chair and paced around the room. "Do you have a knife collection?"

"Yeah." Dean replied as he started to become nervous.

"Are you missing a knife from your collection, Mr. Forester?"

"How did you know that?" Dean shot back quickly.

Kenneth walked over and pulled out a bag that had a Bowie knife inside it. Dean's eyes became wide as the oceans when he saw the shiny cool blade.

"Is this your missing knife?" Kenneth asked.

Dean's breathing increased rapidly. "Where did you get my knife?"

"So, this is your knife?"

"Where did you find it?"

"It was found in Luke Dane's apartment." Kenneth replied. "Along with these." Kenneth showed Dean the pictures of Taylor's headless body. Dean turned his head from the disgusting pictures. "Any idea who took these?"

"No!" Dean yelled refusing to look at anymore pictures.

"You and Taylor weren't getting along very well right before he died. He was considering firing you."

"Taylor and I were arguing, but it wasn't anything serious..." Dean replied frantically.

"Some guy comes along, wants to break up you and your girlfriend..." Kenneth began. "Your boss is threatening to fire you. Seems like you was just having a really bad time. But then you saw a way out. Kill your boss, blame it on the guy. Problem solved. Is that what you thought?"

"No! I swear!" Dean had started sweating and was fidgeting in his chair. "I didn't kill Taylor!"

Kenneth folded his arms across his chest. "Are you afraid of dark cold jail cells?"